Korgan Bloodaxe set down the corpse in his hands and said curiously, "What vampire has grown so bold? Back then, they didn't dare do this in broad daylight. How can they still be this arrogant now that things have come to this?"
Vampires had not been having an easy time these past few years, and adventurers like them knew that best, because adventurers were the main reason vampires were in their current predicament. Korgan Bloodaxe alone had taken on nearly a dozen vampire-hunting jobs over the past few years. After teaming up with Philip, they had killed quite a few vampires together as well. All told, the vampires who had died by his hand were close to a hundred.
For a time, the most popular jobs among adventurers had been hunting vampires. Vampires had obvious weaknesses, and with reliable intelligence and proper preparation, they were not particularly difficult to kill. More importantly, the rewards for hunting vampires were high!
After all, the ones issuing vampire-hunting missions were church factions. In Faerûn, even small churches were quite wealthy. The churches of good gods might lack funds, but that was only relative. To them, missions like hunting vampires were absolutely small expenses.
And after killing a vampire, the spoils were another excellent source of income. Vampires were generally wealthy people. They rarely Embraced the poor, especially uncultured poor people, because vampires were all pretentious bastards who liked putting on aristocratic airs. So even the youngest vampires were at least middle class, if not richer.
Those days had been the most comfortable of Korgan Bloodaxe's recent years. He could kill to his heart's content while earning a fortune. But the good times ended quickly. The number of vampires began to plummet. They had either been killed or gone into deeper hiding.
Recently, Korgan